Zacky
348 Words
"Zacky, sweety would you please put down the vacuum cleaner and come and drink your milk"
Zac hated being called that.
"Mom, I am not a kid. I am 9. And I am trying to find how this vacuum sucks everything." Zac fumed as he shouted back.
His mom called him inside again, this time furiously. He muttered angrily as he trudged his feet inside and plopped down on the sofa.
His mother brought him chocolate milk and kissed him on his forhead. He wiped it away with the back of his hand.
As he drank his milk, he thought about how no body got him. He knew why: they were all stupid.
After that he went up to his room and logged on to play his favorite detective game online. He had lied and created an account under his elder brother's name. You had to be 18 to play.
Yeah, Right!
No 18 year old had ever been able to beat him.
He had solved the famous puzzles that had defied grownups for years. He could handle these games.
As he was playing he got a message from an online player. He clicked it open.
It was an invitation to play a special game.
Oooh. Should he?
It could be a scam.
No. Nobody could fool him. He will find out more.a
He sent back a reply.
The answer came back immediately.
" How would you like to become a real spy?"
Heart racing, Zac sat there and stared at the screen. His biggest wish was just handed to him in a tiny online message.
Maybe he should talk to Mama first. But she wouldn't let him play.
And she doesn't even know I play this game.
Mama would confiscate his PC. He would die.
"Well?" Came the prompt.
"How?" Zac typed furiously.
He waited for almost a minute before the reply came.
"You just have to play a little game for us, if you manage to win you will be included in the greatest spy organization ever"
Just what a 9 year old wanted to hear.
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